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Haven Mods ([personal profile] havenmods) wrote2012-09-10 02:03 am
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We're so glad you're thinking of joining us in Haven, where we are all safe.

In order to apply for a canon character, please fill out the information below and post it in a comment in this entry. For an OC, please apply using the OC information. Please do not link to applications, all applications must be posted here. Please do not delete your applications; if you do not want it to be seen, you can request for it to be screened after a decision is made.

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Applications are open constantly, but are only processed every other Friday at 7PM EST. The Saturday following acceptance, an IC mingle log will be posted for characters to be introduced to the game.

We now have a test drive community at [community profile] haventest which is continuously open. Posts there may be used in lieu of a sample in the application. You may also link posts, logs, or threads from other games and memes in lieu of samples, though we ask that they be no more than one year old.

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Sample Application (Faith Lehane)
Sample Application (Iroh)

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Sample Application (Mors)
Sample Application (Vera de Barr)

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Sample Application (Abel Nightroad/Mayfield RPG)
Sample Application (Bolin/Discedo)

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[personal profile] crownless 2012-09-21 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Abilities/Powers:
Travis is skilled at swordplay as well as physical combat. His experiences in both are varied; he's learned new techniques everywhere, from training in the infamous Dungeon in Calgary and under a former professional wrestler to correspondence courses and video tapes. His style's rough at times, yes, but his strength is not something to be taken lightly. He's at his most clever in the middle of a fight--he's got a decent sense of strategy, even if he's sometimes too hot-headed to remember it. (For example, during his fight with Bad Girl, the wrestling moves he did were all focused on weakening her batting arm.) Travis is also quick to learn new techniques and is reasonably intelligent.

In-game, he has a set of "Dark Side" abilities. Travis enters a trance-like state for a few moments and displays superhuman abilities, most notably super-speed, time manipulation, firing energy blasts from his sword, and shapeshifting (into an adult tiger). There is very little canon explanation for his powers, but they operate in two ways. The first is through an "ecstasy" gauge: the more riled up Travis gets from fighting, the more likely one of the Dark Side abilities is to activate. Finally, the ability can just occur randomly while he's fighting--in-game, when you kill an enemy a slot machine icon appears, and getting three icons in a row determines what ability you get. Because some of his abilities rely on his beam katana and the rest of them will be difficult to use in this kind of setting, he'll just, uh, turn into a tiger sometimes.

As for weaknesses? Travis is an ordinary human and, now that he’s without cutscene immortality and unlimited continues, he can be killed fairly easily. Furthermore, his fighting style is quite rough and unrefined, and he is also mostly accustomed to a beam weapon, which is much lighter than the average sword. It’s likely that he’ll be slowed down a lot without his trusty beam katanas. He also has the tendency to be a bit of an idiot and easily finds himself in trouble. Especially when there are ladies involved. Or people who aggravate him on purpose. Or both.

Sample Entry: Test drive thread: because neither of them had $20 to spare

Sample Entry Two:

(Travis vs. a Resident Evil monster, set in [livejournal.com profile] hellpointe)

If Travis Touchdown had learned one thing from Bell Pointe, it was that fighting a monster was a hell of a lot different from fighting an assassin.

It wasn’t nearly as fun as he’d imagined it to be.

Of course killing wasn’t a game. He knew that much, especially after his last run-in with a certain Ms. Christel and her hellish Association: the taste of blood still hung, acrid and metallic, in his throat, and he wasn’t about to go fucking around with fate anytime soon. He’d had his fun. But this--fighting his way through these things that roamed the foggy streets of this town--was something else entirely. There was no honor in this. It was a fight for survival, plain and simple. To be blunt, it made him feel like an animal: like prey. He wasn’t prey, goddammit, he was an assassin, and a damn good one at that, if all the corpses he’d made over the last three years were any proof.

...And what on earth was this town, anyway? From the faint scent of sea he’d caught on the air and the weather--fog, fog, and more fog--Travis wagered it was somewhere near the sea. But circumstances being what they were? He seriously doubted this was some fancy beach vacation. Even without considering his abso-fucking-lutely bizarre arrival (he was pretty sure his front door wasn't actually a portal to some shitty Silent Hill rip off), something about Bell Pointe raised the hairs on the back of his neck; as if the very town was just WRONG, somehow. Something not unlike static crackled on the wind, and he could’ve sworn he heard... well, something. What the hell was that he was hearing, anyway? He couldn't place it for the life of him.

But he wouldn’t have the time to complain, not even to himself. The noise grew louder and the tell-tale clatter of claws on the ground caught his attention. Travis gritted his teeth and reached for one of the beam katanas on his belt, fingers grasping for the hilt, thumb jamming the ‘on’ switch. His weapon was out not a moment too soon; the subtle electronic hum of the sword rang out just as the Licker’s tongue lashed through the air, whip-like, to wrap around his neck.

Damn it--DAMN it all--he was struggling, he gasped for air once, kicked his feet--fuck, if he had to inhale any more of this thing’s rancid breath, he was going to hurl--

With a strangled cry, Travis slashed clean through its tongue to free himself, swearing loudly as the Licker hissed and screeched and scrambled backward, wounded. He was freed: winded, but still freed. The bit of the tongue that’d been strangling him fell to the ground with an unappealing wet noise. Travis kicked it away with a grimace, and it landed on the pavement with a sticky-sounding slap.

Disgusting.

But that alone wasn’t going to stop it. The creature launched itself back at him like a shot; the claws were heavy on his chest and before he knew it his back had slammed into the pavement hard and the breath escaped from him in a harsh gasp--

“F-fucker! Get the hell off of me--“

The snapping, dripping set of jaws were an inch from his face when, with a grunt, he stabbed his weapon into its head. Hard. It shrieked once more, heat and light and searing pain boring through its skull, the unnerving sizzling noise and odor of burning flesh nearly overwhelming them both; then, with as much force as he could muster, Travis yanked his weapon out of the monster and kicked its body off of him. The Licker writhed in pain before finally settling in a heap, dead.

The man stumbled to his feet: he was coated in blood and saliva, winded, and incredibly pissed off.

“God damn it!” he grumbled to no one in particular, breathing labored. “That thing...better be dead.” He mopped a bit of blood from his face with his sleeve. With one last look at the felled beast, he continued on down the road.

“I do not need to deal with any more of this bullshit today."
Edited 2012-09-22 03:25 (UTC)